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“
Aha
!
little
squirrel
,
”
he
cried
,
“
my
nest
is
built
higher
than
yours
.
”
“
You
can
be
up
here
with
your
books
as
much
as
you
like
,
”
said
his
mistress
.
“
I
will
have
a
little
bell
hung
at
the
door
,
which
I
can
ring
when
I
want
you
.
Half
-
way
down
the
stair
is
the
drawing
-
room
.
”
So
Diamond
was
installed
as
page
,
and
his
new
room
got
ready
for
him
.
It
was
very
soon
after
this
that
I
came
to
know
Diamond
.
I
was
then
a
tutor
in
a
family
whose
estate
adjoined
the
little
property
belonging
to
The
Mound
.
I
had
made
the
acquaintance
of
Mr
.
Raymond
in
London
some
time
before
,
and
was
walking
up
the
drive
towards
the
house
to
call
upon
him
one
fine
warm
evening
,
when
I
saw
Diamond
for
the
first
time
.
He
was
sitting
at
the
foot
of
a
great
beech
-
tree
,
a
few
yards
from
the
road
,
with
a
book
on
his
knees
.
He
did
not
see
me
.
I
walked
up
behind
the
tree
,
and
peeping
over
his
shoulder
,
saw
that
he
was
reading
a
fairy
-
book
.
“
What
are
you
reading
?
”
I
said
,
and
spoke
suddenly
,
with
the
hope
of
seeing
a
startled
little
face
look
round
at
me
.
Diamond
turned
his
head
as
quietly
as
if
he
were
only
obeying
his
mother
’
s
voice
,
and
the
calmness
of
his
face
rebuked
my
unkind
desire
and
made
me
ashamed
of
it
.
“
I
am
reading
the
story
of
the
Little
Lady
and
the
Goblin
Prince
,
”
said
Diamond
.
“
I
am
sorry
I
don
’
t
know
the
story
,
”
I
returned
.
“
Who
is
it
by
?
”
“
Mr
.
Raymond
made
it
.
”
“
Is
he
your
uncle
?
”
I
asked
at
a
guess
.
